After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 31 Joe's Mansion
Just now when Qi Cun came back from the barracks, he stepped into the main courtyard.

Jin Shu was wiping a vase when he saw Mr. Hou, blessed his body, and then left.

Qi Cun's expression remained unchanged.

Passing through the screen, there is a beauty lying on the beauty couch, vividly explaining what it means to be alive and fragrant.

The black and soft blue silk spread on the pillow, like soft and shiny satin.

The beauty turned slightly sideways, and the exposed half of her face was as hazy and stunning as a distant mountain.

Qiao Yuan was actually awake. She knew it when Qi Cun came in, but she didn't open her eyes because she wanted to see what he would do.

Unexpectedly, Qi Cun didn't seize the opportunity to make a move, just like a gentleman, waiting for his wife to wake up.

If she hadn't felt eyes on her, she would have thought he had gone out.

This gaze was as real as it could be, making no secret of its coveting, as if it was calculating where to get the prey in front of it.

Qiao Yuan felt on pins and needles under such a gaze, and finally couldn't pretend anymore.

She took out a handkerchief and covered her face, and an angry voice came out through the handkerchief: "Don't look at anything inappropriate!"

The veil is made of light gauze, it can't block anything at all, and the delicate outline appears faintly, but it has a more charming charm.

The purple veil undulated slightly with her breathing, showing an inexplicable tenderness.

Afraid that she would be bored, Qi Cun took off the veil, helped her up, and whispered into Qiao Yuan's ears, counting the interesting things that happened today.

Did Qiao Yuan answer, with a soft voice, leaning against Qi Cun lazily, his voice just waking up was sticky.

There were only whispers in the room.

Jin Shu walked in hesitantly.

Seeing that she looked different, Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

"Ma'am, something happened in Qiao's residence."

……

Qiao Yuan had already seen that her mother had something on her mind when she was hunting in the autumn before, and now her premonition came true.

The Qiao family is a century-old family with many heirs and a magnificent mansion. Mrs. Qiao's control is very strict. Therefore, although there are many maids, they are well-trained and rarely show any disrespect for etiquette.

Along the way, maidservants kept saluting to the young lady who had returned home.

Although they behaved well, there was still a hint of panic on their faces.

Without him, the hostess of Qiao's mansion, the dignified and elegant lady, actually made a fuss about getting divorced!

Qiao Yuan walked into his mother's yard, and the first person who greeted him was the bewildered father of Qiao.

Father Qiao has a beautiful beard. Although he is over forty, he does not care about secular things and is obsessed with romantic affairs. At this age, he can still attract the attention of a little girl.

When he saw Qiao Yuan, he seemed to have found a rescuer: "A Yuan, please persuade your mother..."

Qiao Yuan was a little impatient: "Father, as soon as you came up, let me persuade A Niang, shouldn't you talk about what mistakes you made to make A Niang so angry?"

Father Qiao was taken aback for a moment, faltering and faltering.

He just wanted to take a concubine. In the past, his wife simply nodded her head every time, but this time she didn't know why there was such a big fuss.

Father Qiao said calmly: "I just don't want this concubine."

As soon as Qiao Yuan heard it, he knew what was going on, and couldn't help feeling cold.

Qiao's father was born in a family, well-read poems and books, but he has the romantic disease of a literati, and his personality is sentimental.

But in the eyes of outsiders, these are all normal. Which man doesn’t have three wives and four concubines?

Mother Qiao drove all the maids out of the room, and sat on the bed in a daze.

Since she married into Qiao's family, she has served her in-laws and raised her children, and has become a model of a big woman in the eyes of the world.

Qiao's father carried people to the mansion year after year, but she didn't say much, and she also believed that she had fulfilled her responsibility to the concubine's children.

She thought she should get used to this kind of life, but three days ago, when Father Qiao told her that she was going to bring a newcomer into the mansion, she realized that she couldn't do it.

She asked herself, was she really going to live like this, being trapped in a mansion for the rest of her life, watching her husband pamper the new couple?

Mother Qiao was in a trance, and felt a warm body slipped into her arms. She subconsciously hugged her tightly and murmured.

"That girl is younger than you."

Her eyes were dark and her face was haggard. It was obvious that she had been suffering these days.

Seeing something in her hand, Qiao Yuan took it out and saw that it was a longevity lock.

It was the longevity lock that Qiao Yuan wore when he was one year old.

She had a sore nose. At this moment, Mother Qiao was still wondering if her actions would implicate her daughter.

There is a mother who is divorced, will outsiders gossip about her A Yuan?

Mother Qiao didn't know what she was talking about: "Ayuan, if so, you..."

Her hands and feet were cold, and the next moment, her hands felt warm.

Her daughter's smile is bright and bright, without a trace of gloom, which makes people feel that Shen Ke has been wiped away.

"Aniang, whatever you want to do, you can do it with confidence."

In the end, Mother Qiao still hadn't decided whether to reconcile or leave.

It's a big matter. Mother Qiao is the wife of the Qiao family, and the connection with the Qiao family was not broken for a while.

Especially since she is no longer a woman in her 30s or [-]s, and her children have grown up, and others still don't know how to laugh at her.

In the end, Mother Qiao decided to live in Jingshui Nunnery outside the city for a period of time to think it over.

Qiao Yuan went back to the house to pack his bags, planning to go with A Niang.

Qi Cun also knew about Qiao's house. Even though he was very reluctant to let go and wished he could act coquettishly and wallow so that Qiao Yuan wouldn't leave, he saw that Qiao Yuan had made up his mind and didn't dare to mess around anymore.

Qiao Yuan put her usual tea set into the box, turned around and saw him following closely behind her.

A person who is obviously dignified outside, but at this moment he looks like a pitiful big wolfhound.

Qiao Yuan was amused by her imagination.

In the censer, the precious aloe incense is burning, and the dark fragrance floats in the room.

Jin Shu was packing clothes outside, separated by a hazy gauze curtain, the scene inside was blurry.

Qi Cun gently hooked the white jade-like little finger, seeing that the little beauty did not resist, he grabbed her hand with every inch.

From the fingertips to the delicate and soft palm, there is a tingling feeling wherever it goes.

The fingers were inserted between the fingers, and the two hands were completely attached to each other without any gaps.

One black and one white, one big and one small, the big hand is almost twice the size of the small one, and it can be completely contained in the palm without letting out a little soft white.

Such two completely different hands appear in the same picture, which makes people blush inexplicably.

Jin Shu walked in with a big policeman, and saw his wife's eyes wandering and her lips were bright red, as if she saw something unbelievable just now.

The Marquis leisurely grabbed his wife's hand and played with it.

I don't know why, but every time the Marquis and his wife are together, even though they are doing nothing, they, the bystanders, feel their faces get hot.

(End of this chapter)